Gambit through Shadow

Uncanny mutant-friend of Earth world seeks NY-fencing for controls of Selfie age 'troubles' as evil shades surfaces, in this Marvel fanfiction.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction offers no ties to Marvel or its associations/storyboards/avatars and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation/criticisms).

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GAMBIT: Me thinks this field goal for football fence is antiterrorism arts for ants, sir!

PROFESSOR X: You're a fine pupil at my respected Institute for gifted mutants now.

GAMBIT: Me thinks your rival (Magneto) finds recruit mutants of bad languages, sir!

PROFESSOR X: Magneto was once a friend, but his new legionnaires are pure evil-IQ.

GAMBIT: Me thinks to make a toylands/media/cinema defense for capitalism's sake!

PROFESSOR X: Maybe a cool Times-Sq. (New York) line for football season is good-IQ.

GAMBIT: Me thinks to dart with my telekinesis/acrobatics to challenge a bad Toad.

PROFESSOR X: Be wary of Magneto's recruit (Toad), who crawls like a serpent, pal.

GAMBIT: Me thinks this football field goal is Earth world art for the sake of spirits!

PROFESSOR X: Antiterrorism is a new shoe, Gambit pal (Facebook-like!).

Sure, there was new languages for controls/confidence concerning Earth world consciousness and antiterrorism-IQ, and the shrewd Professor-X sought to make his sharpened Institute for gifted mutants a 'cool' media-talkie for things of sportsmanship defenses and fencing in this new millennium of absolute smiles for capitalism-rhetoric facilitating globalism jars of peace and contracts (and TV!). Hence, Gambit, a fine recruit for the Institute's media/arms, darted to a Times-Sq. media circle for celebrations of sports trophies and toys of consumerism value (high art!) for controls of 'troubles' of Blue Planet jardinieres (for the Ego!).

MAGNETO: I've loaded this toy gun for you with acid, Toad (ha).

TOAD: I'll warp-speed to Times-Sq. to see what Institute-idealist is sent there now.

MAGNETO: My once-friend Professor X is now the crowned idealist of mutants, ok.

TOAD: Well, his new recruit Gambit, telepath/acrobat, will be there with bags, sir.

MAGNETO: Take time to calculate a nasty New York language for our fascist-image!

TOAD: Perchance we find the right Rationalism to spread our dark clouds for Hell.

MAGNETO: I'll guide you, and in-time, this American Homeland shall be our gym, ha.

TOAD: Selfie-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

This new face-of-war between mutants of 'extra credit' powers made for dark tidings, but the shrewd and wise Professor of the Institute for gifted mutants knew-well that his recruit, telepath/acrobat (Gambit) would find the right-sterling fencing lines for securing the new millennium of media 'culture' and lifestyle for a time of capitalism activity linked-well to the jars of simple manmade/bureaucratic exchanges of wagers, gambles, fanfare, arms, and of course...jewelry. Gambit stood shining through the glass.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)